Precious Things
Who can see, what cannot be seen?
Who can hear, what cannot be heard?
Who can taste the tasteless?
Who can face the faceless?
Who can see, what cannot be seen?
Who can hear, what cannot be heard?
Who can taste the tasteless?
Who can face the faceless?
Racing and hunting my
Mind is mine and
Led astray by
Precious things
Racing and hunting my
Mind is mine and
Led astray by
Precious things
Who can see, what cannot be seen?
Who can hear, what cannot be heard?
Who can taste the tasteless?
Who can face the faceless?
Who can see, what cannot be seen?
Who can hear, what cannot be heard?
Who can taste the tasteless?
Who can face the faceless?
Racing and hunting my
Mind is mine and
Led astray by
Precious things
Racing and hunting my
Mind is mine and
Led astray by
Precious things
Who can see, what cannot be seen?
Who can hear, what cannot be heard?
Who can taste the tasteless?
Who can face the faceless?
Spoken:
Xing was walking past a fairly large tree
When he heard the mysterious melody trickling down from the branches above
"What the?" said Xing, peering up into the branches
The little girl who was singing the mysterious tune stopped immediately when she noticed Xing staring up at her and tried to hide away
"Please don't stop" said Xing, leaping up gracefully onto the branch beside her
"Uhh, I am shy" said the young one
"Oh, that's nice" said Xing, and introduced himself formally
"I am Xing, I am very happy to meet you"